I expect so much from myself
Yet I don't expect much in return
Maybe honesty or a sense of humor
Too many self-agrandizing moments
Far too many expectations from outside my doors
Being in one place at a time
Where my mind travels beyond its' borders
Picking up a book to read
The cover tells me something I don't want to believe
I write until my fingers bleed
Looking back I failed and tried to deceive
The pile of judgement on my shoulders
Yesterdays unkindness has made me bolder
Reaching out my arms grow shorter
Expectations of mine have become my disorder
Time and time again we try to detect
Knowing truths and what we expect
Who we are and what we are about
The world casts its' shadows and it devastating doubt
Fumble through the hurtful nights
Failed expectations that cut like a knife
Cheat and deceive ourselves into believing
Faith in humanity , another lost art
I've waitied
Become so jaded
My expectation of most relevent things
No expectations no disappointments
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